Not me personally, but a guy that moved into the apartments I was living in. Some faggot business owner next to this apartment complex would bring his large aggressive dog with him to work and it would terrify all the residents in the apartment complex and sit and growl at children. Everyone hated the dog and verbal confrontations with the owner and calls to the dog pound were often, but as usual, nothing was done about this menace and the shithead would keep bringing it to work with him. One day, this 7'2" guy moves into the apartments. Big guy with a deep southern drawl and analogies than were as slick as cat shit on linoleum. He moved in downstairs from me and didn't know anything about the vicious dog that tormented residents of the apartment complex. One morning I hear my neighbor close his door on his way to work. Then I hear the dog barking up a storm and growling at him in the parking lot. Then I hear, "swish... PUNT!" followed by a bunch of yelping. I quickly looked out the window and the guy seemed about as shaken as if he had just swatted a fly away from his face. He got in his car, which tipped to one side when he entered, and drove off to work without a care in the world. No one ever saw the dog again.